A muscle in my jaw twitched.
If she made a move, I wouldn’t be able to say no.
“Shall we start looking?” She swept an arm behind her as she turned slightly, and I nodded, walking past her into her townhouse. On the way here, I’d passed some cops outside a nightclub, closed for the day, and managed to use the shadows, darkening my skin until I was almost invisible and pairing it with my natural speed to take their handcuffs. I’d studied them as I walked to Nikki’s and hadn’t seen any hint of a serial number or anything identifiable, so hopefully, if I dropped them in her living room, she’d never know I’d shattered and subsequently stolen her original ones. It didn’t sound like she needed any more trouble at work.
I’d kept the pieces in a drawer next to my bed. Here I was, becoming attached to inanimate objects as a reminder of someone or something.
Was I always this fucking sentimental? Or had Earth changed me?
“Where have you searched?” I asked.
Nikki shrugged. “Honestly, nowhere yet. I had intended to but fell asleep as soon as I hit the couch… guess I was more exhausted than I realized.” She stretched, and at this point, I wasn’t bothering to hide it when I checked her out. Her T-shirt lifted with her arms to expose a taut stomach, paler than the skin on her arms and without the freckles. She had an outie belly button, and for some reason, even that turned me on.
Damn, I was beyond the point of no return with this woman.
“Where did you leave them?”
Nikki opened her eyes after her stretch, and her cheeksflushed as I slowly dragged my gaze up her body before finally resting on her eyes. Taking a moment to answer, I pointed to the coffee table. “There, I think.”
While she nodded, she didn’t move, and we simply stared at each other. When she bit her bottom lip, I thought of her doing the same at the graveyard and drawing blood, and I made fists at my sides, trying to contain my desire. The sweet taste of her blood would only be made better if I followed it by lapping up her cum from her thighs.
Fuck!
Something in me stirred, my muscles shifting under my shoulders and back, and I studied her, mentally measuring the distance to the bedroom and how long it would take to grab and take her there. Seconds, if I did it at full speed.
Even that was too long.
I could take her on the couch.
Or on the floor.
Or against the wall.
My cock twitched.
If you let me, I’ll destroy you.
She moved first and started shifting magazines from the table, and it was only after she stood and stared at me, hands on hips, that I realized I had been staring at her ass.
“Did I bring you here to help or to leer at me?”
“I’ll leer, thanks.”
She laughed. “Do you want a beer?”
“Yeah, thank you.”
She moved away, and with little to no grace, I shoved my hand in my pocket, dug through the tissues I’d used to surround the cuffs and muffle the sound, and brought them out. Tossing them quietly under the coffee table onto the carpet, I then kicked over a stack of books and hoped my face didn’t betray my guilt.
Although hiding handcuffs was the least of my repressed guiltat the moment.
Nikki’s scent was driving me crazy, and my demon stirred within as her invisible pheromones wafted around the small townhouse. The entire place smelled like her. She must have lived here for a long time, the furniture worn in and showing every sign of love and wear. If I were less controlled, I could bury my face in her couch and inhale her scent, letting it rile me up until I was more demon than man, ready to take her and lay my claim.
Territorial doesn’t even begin to describe demons when it comes to sex.
Nikki wanted me too. It was written all over her face and how she held herself. The subtle bend of her hips as she had opened a drawer under the kitchen island to withdraw some glasses, almost more delicately than was necessary, as though she was trying to enhance the curves of her thighs and ass while she went about even a mundane task. She didn’t usually move like that. We hadn’t known each other long, but I’d spent enough time with her to know her style, her gait, and her natural body language.
Whether she knew it or not, although I suspected she knew damn well what she was doing, Nikki was calling me to her.
